(It’s JoeFromYO)Gotta stay packing if you think I’m lackingMight not never, just come and seeDon’t give me a reason to squeeze, my ni**aKnow I got the juice like a Sunny DIf I do it for you and you do it for meLet’s just ride ’til the wheels fall offIf you do it for me, I’m gon’ do it for youIf I don’t, cut my ten toes off, yeahAnd I’m getting paid for real, for realG-ride the waveMost of my ni**as do pills stillTry to tell them to stay awayI just hope you feel me, my ni**aForget all the money and all the fameThis is the real me, my ni**aI swear to God, this shit will never changeIf there was a problem with meThen you never heard about it, it wasn’t ever meni**as be wildin’ nowadaysShootin’ shit up just to get to my MVPI ain’t fu**in’ around this timeThat’s word to my mother, that’s word to MelodyAnd if it go down this time, I’m readyI put that on everything, word to me(Yeah)I’m ready, my ni**a, I put that on everythingI’m ready, my ni**a, I’m like yeah, yeah (Yeah), lookI’m a certain ni**a, curve a bitch for actin’ differentKnow I prefer baddies only, real specificShe prefers only Birkin purses, I know, yeah (Yeah)And saying whatever in personAnd doing whatever in personAin’t gotta be perfect, babyJust don’t pull up looking like whatever in personI am not an internet person
I really wear hoodies in personYeahAnd we ain’t got mob ties, but we really gotta move like the mob (Yeah)And if I ain’t have long johns on, put the .22 in my sock (Yeah)And if I get rode on, I’ma spin the block two hundred timesAnd my ni**as got told on, FaceTime in V12 from the timeAnd I know shit get real nowadays, yeah, shit get littyLamborghini, black and blue, looking like the new TRON in my cityLike I’m JimmyAnd I don’t wanna see the ending, baby, I’m still having fun with the beginningAnd all my day ones with me, and I’m still real, yeahStill hangin’ ’round ni**as that used to go five, five with meLike a half an hour, 30 on me just in case they want my time to stop tickingRichard Mille ’bout a half a million, coulda bought a house, my ni**aMe and my girl just finished arguing, I don’t wanna take no picturesDon’t think I’m crazy, baby‘Cause I go crazy ’bout youKeep a .380 with meThat shotty’ll rock your bodyI don’t need no stylist, stop it (Stop)Just in case they pocket watchingI pulled up with a pocket rocketI can make you famousBuy the flyest, ni**a, I Saint Laurent itThese ni**as be brokeThey don’t want no beef, they don’t want know Johnny RocketsI don’t need no lease, gettin’ money ODAnything I drive, I buySkeleton AP or the Patek PhilippeWhat’s next? I haven’t decidedGotta stay packing if you think I’m lackingMight not never, just come and seeDon’t give me a reason to squeeze, my ni**aKnow I got the juice like a Sunny DIf I do it for you, then just do it for meLet’s just ride ’til the wheels fall offIf you do it for me, I’m gon’ do it for youAnd if I don’t, cut my ten toes off